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Cameron Banowsky Jan 2019
PleAse don’t pretend
Lie to a child that somehow we are friends
Even if I try to extend
Your moving back into the future
And we won’t ever be kin

If that’s a game you’d like to play
Take your misery I’m not afraid to walk away
I didn’t make the simple mans mistake
I saw a virtue in the struggle of the wait

So when I don’t care to even glance in your eyes
Don’t act as if it’s some ill willed surprise
You had a chance just as I
And just as in that sense we are alike
I too can choose to exile your kind.

So this is me saying with clarity
You’ve exhausted all of my charity.
Done forcing myself to be “nice”. The truth is ultimatelykinder.
Mystic Ink Plus May 2018
Plz.
Don’t forget

To breathe
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Nothing else matters
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Beep ..beep…beep
Ceiling closed by
Foot rested above my head
Arms cuffed, multiple Punctures
Half vein, half wire
Half Survive, half dead
Attachment with Machines

Beep.. beep.. beep
Screen displays, I still survive
Hope of Humanity from Machines
Health status, undergone Inertia
Sometime, time wins the race
Sometime, time follows my pace
Accelerated Life, Arrhythmia of thought
The last Stop
Genre: Clinical
Theme: Life seen so close.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Know that I asked for physical pain,
Right when I was the most happy,
Invincible I seemed to myself,
Poor me- I got it what I asked for,
Into the hospital ICU I joined forces.

Ya I'm cursed with a long, long life,
Onto an evil world I'm slammed,
Until I met her I knew not love.

Could I walk on water to satisfy her,
How convenient for her to imagine,
Exhausted, my love isn't even a bit,
Aches my heart so metaphorically,
Tiniest shards of my soul just cry.
Prior to my accident when I was associated with a social service society, I often ended up praying to the almighty in my loneliness to let me bear all the pains of the people. I got what I asked for.

My HP Poem #1507
©Atul Kaushal
Debra Lea Ryan Sep 2016
Your Hand felt Warm
Bed Side in ICU
Even though You
Didn't Look like You
Strapped up on
Life Support
A Dialysis Machine
Catheters and Drips
Surreal  The Scene

The essence though
Of who You are
Was not far
You were there
As we all cared
Be there for You
Holding On
As You Fight
A Fight
We know you can
A Breakthrough
In Sight!

Hold On!

DLR
11/09/2016
Mica Kluge Jan 2016
I got the call while I was at work.
Your mom found you lying in the floor,
You're still unconscious in the hospital,
I got here, doing the speed limit and a lot more.

They wouldn't let me see you, ICU is for family,
You're one of my best friends; they finally relented.
I finally see you and I honestly can't believe
The sight with which I'm presented.

I hold your hand and your hand is so cold,
Not like the lively girl I used to know,
I can't say the words I want to say,
But they all boil down to, "Please don't go."
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
dead dying uncles in icu rooms unstable
little weak men old dried up not dried out
you ask i tell, nothing to see here but ashes
time rots everything
so what tell me is the point
of pitiful, joyless struggles
all our own small motives laid bare
so crass and primal the animals we are
mucking about ******* in the mud

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